Translator: Tim Editor: Chrissy
Ye Mo looked at the person talking to him. That person was less than 40 and had a waxy face. He had a very bizarre styled long swordâthe blade wasnât long, but it was shining black which didnât match its ownerâs waxy yellow face.
This person should be a lot stronger than Hu Qiu. Although he was not as strong as Wu Qiang, he should be on the same level as Zhang Jue.
Ye Mo didnât expect there to be such a master at the Ye Family Mansion. According to his experience, this person was a Tertiary Stage Yellow Level martial artist. If Ye Mo was still Stage 2 Chi Gathering, then he wouldnât even think before leaving. He wouldnât be able to leave unscathed even by himself much less with Ye Ling on his back.
But now, he was at the Stage 3 Chi Gathering. Wu Qiang couldnât even last 20 moves from him, and this guy was weaker than Wu Qiang.
Ye Mo was still wondering whether or not to kill him when this manâs long sword howled towards his waist. As that man struck, there wasnât any hesitation as though he wanted to cut Ye Mo in half.
Although it was just one swing, what came into his eyes were tens of blades. Even Hu Qiuâs whip prowess was a lot lesser than this manâs sword skills.
The speed and transformations on this swing was indeed a rare scene. To be this good at the sword, one not only needed to practice rare techniques, but they also need a certain amount of inner qi. Ye Mo knew that the sword wasnât going to cut his waist but rather his legs.
That man probably saw him attack, so he judged that Ye Mo would be able to dodge this swing. Then, his killing blow would be a ground sweeping cut. Before the swing finished, he focused all his power into his lower body and also started to squat. Ye Mo saw this subtle change. No matter where he landed, as long as he was within 10 metres radius, he would lose his legs.
Of course, if he couldnât even dodge the first swing, he would lose his waist. It seemed that he was pretty faithful in Ye Mo dodging the first swing and then cutting off his legs with the second swing.
Ye Mo sneered. There really was no challenge in fighting someone a few calibres lower than him. Each move of the opponent was in his prediction.
Despite having Ye Ling on his back, Ye Mo twisted his waist slightly and the tens of blade shadows were dodged.
Of course, as soon as this man saw Ye Mo dodged his swing, he was happy instead. His blade didnât stop for a moment before switching to an arc swing from the ground. Under the dim yellow light, this swing was like mercury spill that covered a 7-meter radius.
He sneered. No matter how strong Ye Mo was, as long as he landed, he could cut off Ye Moâs legs.
Ye Mo was able to not land. Even if he carried Ye Ling, he was able to use his Wind Controlling Art and glide to more than 10 meters out before landing. As such, the moment when his foot landed, the silver on the ground disappeared, leaving a long sword that was stepped under his foot.
The manâs sneering face froze. He never had expected that someone could break his move using such unimaginable ways.
Under shock, the man immediately reacted. The sword in his hand twisted in an attempt to pull the sword from under Ye Moâs foot.
Ye Mo felt an intriguingly strong force from under his foot. Just when he wanted to use more force, the sword had broken into two segments. The man held the half of the sword and, without hesitation, the long sword turned into a glimmer that struck towards Ye Moâs stomach. Meanwhile, he followed behind the hilt of the sword as his two hands turned into shadows attacking towards Ye Moâs chest.
Ye Mo didnât expect this person to be so good at long sword and fists.
As the sword was about to hit Ye Moâs stomach, he raised his foot and kicked the sword flying. Then, with a single fist, he punched the manâs fist shadows.
Bang! Bang! The clash of fists and palms echoed out.
Crack, Ye Mo didnât hold back at all. He used his fastest speed and sealed the manâs fist shadows while twisting both of the manâs wrists until they were broken.
The man took a few steps back and his waxy yellow face became pale. The pain on his face could not cover his shock. Although he was a Tertiary Stage Yellow Level martial artist, not even those at the peak of the Yellow Level could beat him. However, this youth who was much smaller than him easily broke through his killing move and sealed all of his fist shadows and then broke his wrists.
Ever since he graduated, it was his first time meeting someone so strong. How come he hadnât heard of this man in the hidden sects? He couldnât even last ten moves before he was gruesomely defeated.
Ye Mo bleakly looked at the man. âDid you want to cut one or both of my legs off just then?â
Ye Mo wasnât sure because the man was so proficient with that move; if Ye Mo failed to step on that blade, then that man could have done whatever he wished on Ye Moâs legs.
âI just wanted to cut your left leg.â Beads of sweat dripped from the manâs pale face.
âVery well, Iâll return the favor.â Then, Ye Mo kicked the other half of the sword, and it turned into a white ray that was faster than when the man swung his sword at Ye Mo.
Psh! A faint sound reverberated.
When the man realized what had happened, his left leg was severed. Ye Mo had disappeared in front of him. He looked at the place where Ye Mo disappeared in terror until blood gushed out from his wound before he thought about stopping the bleeding.
That sword was a casual throw, yet it still cut his legs clean like tofu. Who was he? Who the hell was he? How could he be so horrifying and strong. If this person wanted to annihilate the Ye Family, even if he had a few more helpers, they would still be no match for him. How could he meet such a master in an urban city? The man couldnât help but to start shaking.
âMaster, whatâs wrong?â A youth in his 20s hurriedly came and helped the wobbly man up.
The man saw the youth come and gasped a sigh of relief before immediately saying, âMy wrists are broken, immediately grab my severed leg and carry me away from this place as far as possible. Quick, now.â
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â20 to 30 people plus Huang Yue, how come theyâre still not here yet? Wenjin, go have a look.â Ye Beirong had calmed down now; no matter who the youth was, he would still kill him after asking him some things. The Ye Family wasnât some place people could come and go.
âNo need, Iâve come,â a cold voice sounded at the door.
Ye Beirong suddenly stood up and looked at Ye Mo in disbelief. Ye Mo was obviously not captured. After a long while, he reacted, â How did you come in? What happened to Huang Yue and the others?â
âDidnât you tell me to come in? Are you talking about that yellow-faced long sword wielder? I cut off his leg and broke his wrists. Heâs been rescued away now,â Ye Mo stared coldly at Ye Beirong before saying.
âWhat?â Ye Beirongâs head buzzed. Other people didnât know Huang Yeâs power, but he was all too clear. This man said he cut off Huang Yueâs leg, so how strong must he be? And why does he look a little familiar?
Of course, Ye Long also knew how strong Huang Yue was. Now that Ye Mo said this, he didnât believe it, but soon, people came in and reported to him what happened outside. The way Ye Long looked at Ye Mo immediately changed. Someone who could chop of Huang Yueâs leg was definitely from the hidden sects.
Ye Beirong also heard the report and showed a serious face. He immediately said in a low voice, âReport it immediately.â
âBrother, why did you come back here?â Ye Ling looked at this hall in fear. She was sentenced to death here in the morning and must be whipped for three days. As such, as soon as she come to this house, she felt a natural fear.
âWho are you? How dare you be so cocky, donât you know this is the Ye Family? Ye Ling, how dare you bring outsiders to ravage here,â Ye Weiqi saw his fatherâs dissatisfaction and called out.
Ye Mo plainly glanced at Ye Wenqi. âAre you deaf, didnât you hear Ye Ling call me brother. Iâm Ye Mo, but Iâm not a member of this family anymore.â
Of course, Ye Mo would never admit he was from the Ye Family. Regardless of whether Ye Wentian was his biological father in this world, he still wasnât from the Ye Family.
âYou are Ye Mo?â Ye Long stood up and looked at Ye Mo in shock. He finally understood why Ye Mo could still be fine after killing Song Shaowen. With his ability to cut off Huang Yueâs leg, it was way too easy for him to kill a few Song Family people and escape. It wasnât that the Song Family didnât want to retaliate, but they didnât dare. By the looks of it, their intel was far inferior than the Song Family.
If Ye Long could understand this, of course, Ye Beirong could too. He didnât expect Ye Mo to grow to this state.
Ye Beirong calmed down once again and suppressed the shock in his heart. He sat down and looked at Ye Mo. âSince you are Ye Mo and are a member of the Ye Family, why did you break the mosqueâs door?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âDad, I really tested Ye Moâs blood in the hospital, heâs not from the Ye Family,â at this moment, Ye Wenqi spoke.
âShut up,â Ye Beirong reproached.
Ye Mo sneered. âOf course Iâm not from the Ye Family, I donât need you to remind me. I never thought myself as a member of this family. The reason I still havenât left today is to collect some debts. Who hit Ye Ling yesterday, all of you stand out. Otherwise, donât blame me for killing you all. Donât doubt my words.â